the things today I can't imagine being without.
Aidan already breaks my heart. He smiles, waves his arms and legs, wets his diapers, cries for a bottle, or touch. He loves to be touched. No different from any other infant, despite the white hair and blushing apricot eyes. Yet, I've always been fonder of my children when they were out of infancy and started to be interesting. Somehow he's already got my heart all sewn up.
Kara make me smile. She's so bright and charming and sometimes evil in that totally unconscious way that children have. She knows how to say "eyes". She'll say "eyes, eyes, eyes" while trying to poke her infant brother's eyes out of his sockets and through the other side of his head.
Nick, my baby, friend and sometime lifeline. He used to write me poetry, one of which went something like:
Roses are red, violets are pretty
and your hands are as smooth as plastic.
Now, he's not ashamed to cry while I hold him and he tells me all about the latest evil girl who's broken his heart.
I want yesternight, with amendments.
Also, didn't mean to annex again. I'm thinking I would like Joanna.
Joanna is very much her own woman. Which is a good thing, a damned good thing, because being my daughter can't be an easy gig; I make noise and cast shadows.
And I'm not getting to write today. Tomorrow, though, even minimal.
Roses are red, violets are pretty
and your hands are as smooth as plastic.
Deena, if he writes poetry like this to the evil girls and then they break his heart I will personally hunt them down and kill them until they appreciate your young man.
Dana, I'm a total fuckwit and sent
you
feedback on Victoria's story.
snerk. Would you like me to pass it on or just pretend it was meant for me ignore it?
Dana, please forward it. But read it first, because your fic does that to me, too, and I'm just lame enough to
not
send you feedback. I must amend that deficiency at some point.
t sniffle
Damn. I'm in love with deb and Deena, and their families.
Well, RL, you're part of our family too, now.
I loved the smooth as plastic line. He gets embarrassed by it when I mention it, so shhh.
We're getting him dial up access and gave him his own new/old computer today so he can come here more often and do his thing without me watching over his shoulder.
Now he writes songs, usually full of heartbreak and better music than words. I told him you were brilliant and your poetry was beautiful, lovely Lizard, and he said, "Oh, I can tell she's brilliant just from talking to her. I haven't gotten to read her poetry yet."
being my daughter can't be an easy gig; I make noise and cast shadows.
I love this line.
So, I finallly caught up, and nobody's around today?
Hello?
Bev, try over in Literary. it's been a busy day, babe.
Cleaning for Buffy.
